So maybe I might check this show out after all. It may prove to be interesting. Anyone up for checking it out with me?
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what I want to know is, when I'm asleep, - October 27th, 2012
do I really remember how to fly?
27 October 2012 @ 11:47 am
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[ooc: Long, long video post, but viewable to all. tl;dr: Cain got caught by the circus and he's now in the freak show too. Come one, come all and behold Rappaccini's Son! Caution: this post includes a lot of creepy, a little gore, and an off-screen fictional animal death. View with care.]
[ooc: Long, long video post, but viewable to all. tl;dr: Cain got caught by the circus and he's now in the freak show too. Come one, come all and behold Rappaccini's Son! Caution: this post includes a lot of creepy, a little gore, and an off-screen fictional animal death. View with care.]
Current Location: The Circus
27 October 2012 @ 12:36 pm
While I normally wouldn't advocate against going to the circus, that's exactly what I'm going to do now.
If you haven't caught on, it seems that some of us have become part of the attraction. Take measures to keep yourself from joining them. Hopefully, the circus won't be here forever.
( avengers filter )
Roll call. Could I get an update on everyone, please?
If you haven't caught on, it seems that some of us have become part of the attraction. Take measures to keep yourself from joining them. Hopefully, the circus won't be here forever.
( avengers filter )
Roll call. Could I get an update on everyone, please?
27 October 2012 @ 01:24 pm
Circus nonsense aside -- though really, I find the whole idea verging between disturbing and distasteful, and certainly hope it goes away soon -- I have a question for those of you who have been... unaffected by said affliction.
[There's a pause, and then the sound of him lighting a cigarette.]
The question may have been asked before; indeed, I would be surprised if it hadn't, given the natural tendency of humans to worry about mortality above all else. What I am curious about is this: I haven't been here long enough to experience it for myself, but do people physically age in this damnable city?
[Another pause, then a long exhalation.]
I imagine that, since time passes, it is almost inevitable that we grow older. However, other laws of biology and physics seem altered, if not entirely suspended, so the question piqued my interest. Are you getting older, unfortunate denizens of the City? Have you noticed grey hairs?
***
( One hour later, at the circus... )
[There's a pause, and then the sound of him lighting a cigarette.]
The question may have been asked before; indeed, I would be surprised if it hadn't, given the natural tendency of humans to worry about mortality above all else. What I am curious about is this: I haven't been here long enough to experience it for myself, but do people physically age in this damnable city?
[Another pause, then a long exhalation.]
I imagine that, since time passes, it is almost inevitable that we grow older. However, other laws of biology and physics seem altered, if not entirely suspended, so the question piqued my interest. Are you getting older, unfortunate denizens of the City? Have you noticed grey hairs?
***
( One hour later, at the circus... )
27 October 2012 @ 01:30 pm
[The video feed shows two men - the Master and the Doctor, specifically - in a cage together, though it might be hard to recognise them at first, since they're both wearing some weird-looking robes (complete with elaborate headdress). The robes, however, have been slightly adapted to allow for the fact that the two of them have been sewn together at the side, from just under their arms, all the way down to their hip.
The Master, unsurprisingly, appears to be rather unhappy about this development. First he tries to pull away from the Doctor, pushing and hitting at him in a frenzy - and when that doesn't work, he opts to just glare at him from under his dorky headdress. As the Master struggles, there's narration coming from someone just offscreen.]
Just look at the fight in these two! With that kind of struggle, it's not hard to see why they're the last two of their species. That's right, we've got a special treat for you today. All the way from Gallifrey, a planet destroyed in the final battle of the Last Great Time War, we bring you the last of the Time Lords!
We've brought two old enemies together for you - no more running, no more hiding, just the two of them, bound forever! One's a villain, one's a hero - but which one is really which, in the end? Which one's killed more species than you can possibly imagine, including his own? The answer might surprise you! These two are killers, through and through! Come on down and watch the show, because it's bound to be fantastic!
The Master, unsurprisingly, appears to be rather unhappy about this development. First he tries to pull away from the Doctor, pushing and hitting at him in a frenzy - and when that doesn't work, he opts to just glare at him from under his dorky headdress. As the Master struggles, there's narration coming from someone just offscreen.]
Just look at the fight in these two! With that kind of struggle, it's not hard to see why they're the last two of their species. That's right, we've got a special treat for you today. All the way from Gallifrey, a planet destroyed in the final battle of the Last Great Time War, we bring you the last of the Time Lords!
We've brought two old enemies together for you - no more running, no more hiding, just the two of them, bound forever! One's a villain, one's a hero - but which one is really which, in the end? Which one's killed more species than you can possibly imagine, including his own? The answer might surprise you! These two are killers, through and through! Come on down and watch the show, because it's bound to be fantastic!
27 October 2012 @ 03:21 pm
27 October 2012 @ 04:51 pm
[Apparently trying to rescue people is a bad idea. It just gets people to notice you. The wrong sorts of people.
Theo is scrunched up in the middle of a cage that's got crosses pasted to the bars. To not help matters they've taken away his sunglasses so he's nearly blind. It shows off his silver eyes however. He also looks like half mummied corpse, his pale skin even paler and his fingers practically bone.
There's a voice calling out to people to get their own unique souvenirs from the necrotic master. These are the corpses of rats. They're tossed into the cage with strings attached and when they get near Theo they start to wiggle and squirm. The corpses have gone from dead to undead zombie rats. What better pet could you want?
Whenever people get too close he tries slam a foot at them before jerking back with a cry of pain from the crosses.]
Let me out you maggot ridden slime rots!
[Which is when he barely avoids getting hit by holy water.]
Theo is scrunched up in the middle of a cage that's got crosses pasted to the bars. To not help matters they've taken away his sunglasses so he's nearly blind. It shows off his silver eyes however. He also looks like half mummied corpse, his pale skin even paler and his fingers practically bone.
There's a voice calling out to people to get their own unique souvenirs from the necrotic master. These are the corpses of rats. They're tossed into the cage with strings attached and when they get near Theo they start to wiggle and squirm. The corpses have gone from dead to undead zombie rats. What better pet could you want?
Whenever people get too close he tries slam a foot at them before jerking back with a cry of pain from the crosses.]
Let me out you maggot ridden slime rots!
[Which is when he barely avoids getting hit by holy water.]
27 October 2012 @ 07:25 pm
[Deity Filter.]
Hey, deities. I heard if I wanted somethin' from home, I should talk to you guys. So. I'm talking. Lets trade.
[sent and filtered to rapunzel, sif and serrure (in that order) some time later, audio]
( for Rapunzel )
( For Sif )
( for Serrure )
Hey, deities. I heard if I wanted somethin' from home, I should talk to you guys. So. I'm talking. Lets trade.
[sent and filtered to rapunzel, sif and serrure (in that order) some time later, audio]
( for Rapunzel )
( For Sif )
( for Serrure )
27 October 2012 @ 08:27 pm
[Chase steeples his fingers together, looking at the camera.]
Quick update. Unless it's a congenital condition, this hospital regrets it's unable to perform amputations on anyone finding themselves conjoined.
Believe me, we've tried. Turns out, it hurts you more than it hurts us.
[And he leans forward.]
Give it five days and I reckon we'll find out if it's a curse or not. Until then, try steering clear of the circus.
[And leans back again, picking up something from his desk.]
In the meantime, if you went home from the library yesterday with a book you didn't want on Multiple Myeloma, then I might have something of yours.
[ It's held up for the camera. TADA.]
I'll leave it with reception, so no need to thank me in person. Really.
Quick update. Unless it's a congenital condition, this hospital regrets it's unable to perform amputations on anyone finding themselves conjoined.
Believe me, we've tried. Turns out, it hurts you more than it hurts us.
[And he leans forward.]
Give it five days and I reckon we'll find out if it's a curse or not. Until then, try steering clear of the circus.
[And leans back again, picking up something from his desk.]
In the meantime, if you went home from the library yesterday with a book you didn't want on Multiple Myeloma, then I might have something of yours.
[ It's held up for the camera. TADA.]
I'll leave it with reception, so no need to thank me in person. Really.
27 October 2012 @ 09:32 pm
SEE HERE BEFORE YOU THIS LIMITLESS BEING BOUND IN HUMAN FLESH!
SHE DOES NOT BREATHE, SHE DOES NOT SLEEP.
TAKE UP THIS BLADE AND SHE DOES NOT BLEED!
[ But there is a scream, indignant and aching. ]
BRING HER YOUR MOST PONDEROUS QUESTIONS!
HER MIND KNOWS NO BOUNDS!
BUT BEWARE: A GODDESS' WISDOM MAY SHATTER YOUR TINY MIND.
[ And here is a new voice before the curtains are pulled back to reveal her, seething, ]
[ And the velvet curtains part, the woman is there, something strange glowing beneath her skin, making nearly arcance patterns of lights; her usually brown eyes glowing green. The 'goddess' is a defiant one, and has been chained inside her little display case, arms extended to the sides like an angel taking rise, her feet just barely off the ground. She glowers out at the crowd, a cut in her arm gaping light, but the announcer told the truth, there is no blood.
If you stay and watch a little longer, the woman will begin to scream and twitch for a little while, before those lights blink of her eyes and she is challenging, ]
She cannot 'ave my mind! She cannot 'ave it now!
[ It won't last long. ]
[ Her smile is terrible and cruel and furious. ]
27 October 2012 @ 10:23 pm
[ --the device clicks on but there's the rustle of fabric buffered and muffling voices that seem to be at odds with each other - Sora's and Vanitas' voices specifically. ]
--just let me get...
[ Sora cuts off and there's the sound and scrape of the device landing on the ground, plus some screeching feedback. It flicks to video then, a sharp angled view of the cage floor and two sets of feet - back to back, or rather heel to heel. The image shakes as one set of feet makes the attempt to walk away (again) and the other feet scramble for leverage, but this only results in-- ]
Hey --
Stop being so--
[ The device's image shakes more as the bodies attached to the two sets of feet crash to the floor. Though you might have to squint at first, the floored pair is apparent: Sora and Vanitas, sewn back to back - which means Sora seems to have landed on his back, and because his back is sewn to Vanitas' back, well.... Vanitas has his face flat to the ground. ]
[ooc: open to network responses OR action, if action,Vanora Vanitas and Sora are stuck in a cage at the circus because Vanitas can't be trusted for reasons. --for those unfamiliar with what you'll be looking at, it (they) more or less LOOKS LIKE THIS - since lol face twins and also the way they're attached. 8'( Italicized dialogue was Vanitas.]
--just let me get...
[ Sora cuts off and there's the sound and scrape of the device landing on the ground, plus some screeching feedback. It flicks to video then, a sharp angled view of the cage floor and two sets of feet - back to back, or rather heel to heel. The image shakes as one set of feet makes the attempt to walk away (again) and the other feet scramble for leverage, but this only results in-- ]
Hey --
Stop being so--
[ The device's image shakes more as the bodies attached to the two sets of feet crash to the floor. Though you might have to squint at first, the floored pair is apparent: Sora and Vanitas, sewn back to back - which means Sora seems to have landed on his back, and because his back is sewn to Vanitas' back, well.... Vanitas has his face flat to the ground. ]
[ooc: open to network responses OR action, if action,
27 October 2012 @ 10:47 pm
[One of the circus staff is making a big to-do in the freakshow area, drawing the crowds' attention to a large tent that has, as of yet, remained drawn closed. As people gather nearer, the staff member leans dramatically towards them from his crate, his smile taking on a sinister quality as his voice adopts a dark, dramatic tone.]
Enjoying the show, are we? The strange, the bizarre, the unusual creatures gathered, their talents and gifts, their curses and mutilations on display for you?
Many of our performers are as natural as you or I, their very essence so irreversibly twisted from the start that they form, of their own, into the incredible and unbelievable which you see before you today.
But some...
Some of our displays are works of art.
And their artiste? Their creator, their engineer, the man who has taken what they were and made them more?
It is my honor to present this man to you.
[As he finishes that, he stands - and as he stands, the front of the tent is drawn open. Inside, there is a makeshift laboratory. Slabs for bodies are the largest feature in the center, tables covered beakers and flasks of varied sizes and shapes line the sides, drawings and sketches of various creatures are on display along the walls, the corners accented by energy rippling through twin-pronged tesla coils.
In the center of it, standing before the crowd with his hair frizzing even more wildly than usual in every direction, his goggles - with the one enlarged, magnifying lens - down over his eyes, his crossed arms covered to the elbow by heavy rubber gloves, and his buttoned labcoat draping all the way to the floor, is Doctor Emmett Brown. Or so it appears to be, though this is most certainly not the Doc that anyone has come to know. The crowd gasps and draws slightly back as he surveys them detachedly, and the barker - delighted - speaks up once more.]
Do mind your manners, dear audience, lest you too find a place on his slab.
[ooc: SO. Yes, Doc is under a form of control by the circus. No, he probably hasn't done much in actuality, but he has indeed been captured and cast in the role. The control is not perfectly absolute and, at times, you may even be able to get through to the real Doc. He's in there, somewhere, and he's not having a good time.]
Many of our performers are as natural as you or I, their very essence so irreversibly twisted from the start that they form, of their own, into the incredible and unbelievable which you see before you today.
But some...
Some of our displays are works of art.
And their artiste? Their creator, their engineer, the man who has taken what they were and made them more?
It is my honor to present this man to you.
[As he finishes that, he stands - and as he stands, the front of the tent is drawn open. Inside, there is a makeshift laboratory. Slabs for bodies are the largest feature in the center, tables covered beakers and flasks of varied sizes and shapes line the sides, drawings and sketches of various creatures are on display along the walls, the corners accented by energy rippling through twin-pronged tesla coils.
In the center of it, standing before the crowd with his hair frizzing even more wildly than usual in every direction, his goggles - with the one enlarged, magnifying lens - down over his eyes, his crossed arms covered to the elbow by heavy rubber gloves, and his buttoned labcoat draping all the way to the floor, is Doctor Emmett Brown. Or so it appears to be, though this is most certainly not the Doc that anyone has come to know. The crowd gasps and draws slightly back as he surveys them detachedly, and the barker - delighted - speaks up once more.]
[ooc: SO. Yes, Doc is under a form of control by the circus. No, he probably hasn't done much in actuality, but he has indeed been captured and cast in the role. The control is not perfectly absolute and, at times, you may even be able to get through to the real Doc. He's in there, somewhere, and he's not having a good time.]